At the county fair, my grandmother entered a Montgomery pie that won first prize.

After all the hard work, the garden looked nice as pie.

At the village fair, my grandmother sold a homemade butter pie that tasted of sweet onions and creamy potatoes.

After the hike, Maria rewarded herself with an Eskimo pie she found at the little seaside stand.

Investors demanded larger pieces of the pie after the company reported record profits.

At the harvest feast, the old recipes produced a colossal battalia pie—an old-fashioned pie of game or fish made with small pieces of offal—that filled the great hall with the rich, heady aroma of game and spice.

At the village fête, Grandma proudly set down her famous shred pie, the last of the season.

She always wants a finger in the pie whenever we're planning an event.

The children proudly presented a dirt pie to their mother, convinced it was a gourmet dessert.

They placed the stand pie in the center of the table so everyone could take a slice.